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Philby 
Medium
de Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't pity,
The night's burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my and I must move quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's and it's crazy,
Tell me, what is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me such a long, way from home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a city
I can't in from the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't pity,
The night's burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my and I must move quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's and it's crazy,
Tell me, what is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me such a long, way from home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a city
I can't in from the cold
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